I will let the music and band speak for itself. Just happy to share this new discovery.
“Talking Pets is not a band! It’s just one guitar, one drum kit, one bass guitar, one synthesizer, no tricks! There are four members, two different hair cuts, three mustaches, three driver’s licenses and definitely no fear of pop music. Their interests besides music: swedish food and furniture, girls who can sing and… girls who can’t.
All band members are located in munich, yet they are not rich. Maybe they will be someday, but not now. During the winter some of them tend to wear warm shoes, others don’t. There are plans that the band is going to play a show in your hometown soon. But plans may change.”
“The power of storytelling is exactly this: to bridge the gaps where everything else has crumbled.”
A friend and fellow storyteller from South Africa, wrote me this beautiful inspiring story of her free vegetable pavement garden. Thought it just needed further sharing!
As you can see from the photo, I live behind a high wall, which has electric fencing on the top of it. A couple of months ago, all the pavements on my side of the road were dug up to put in high speed Cabling. I thought, “dam it! Let me turn a lemon into a lemonade”. So I moved all my pretty flowers which were on the pavement, (my sons inherited a lot, and some I replanted inside, and friends got others) After the cabling went in, I planted vegetables, and created a vegetable pavement garden: Spinach, lots of tomatoes, beans, butternut (squash) moroggo (a SA spinach which black people love). I got a few old tyres, sprayed them orange and filled them with good soil. I placed the tyres where the soil was bad, or close to the edge of the Road where rain water often washes away plants. I have a few pretty flowers like marigolds, nasturtiums, zinnias – but they are there to deter bugs mostly. I have a sign on the pavement which says: Pick what you can eat, but leave some for your brothers and sisters. Healthy free vegetables! I was driving home from shopping last week, and as I came round the corner, I almost drove into a black man carrying a large bunch of spinach. He waved at me with a grin from ear to ear, waving the spinach in the air, saying thank you! I stopped the car, and said: But you didn’t leave any for your brothers and sisters! (for he had picked just about all the spinach). With another Huge grin he said, “no problem, I will share it with my brothers and sisters at home!” What could I say, I was delighted. This is part of my dream for 2013 – that many more people plant pavement gardens, creating healthy food for all. And although this doesn’t bring the walls down, perhaps it helps to make them a little less solid. And who know what Stories will come out of talking to people on my pavement!
Im Jardin des Plantes, Paris
Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, dass er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.
Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte,
der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht,
ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte,
in der betäubt ein großer Wille steht.
Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille
sich lautlos auf -. Dann geht ein Bild hinein,
geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille –
und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.
Rainer Maria Rilke, 6.11.1902, Paris
“As long as I change one persons outlook on the day ahead, or the week ahead, it’s misson accomplished.” Massoud Adibpour